Well, the goal is to set the scene, give some small sense of what Beirut, as a band, might've meant to me. What the Takeaway Show video of Paris might've meant—what the concept of the Takeaway Show and "La Blogotheque" meant to me, as dispatches from the other side of the planet. I was new to the Internet and the Internet was new to me. Between keeping up my GPA and swimming all hours of the day, I barely had any time to explore the web anymore. The portal that had opened for me, in middle school with the Metanet forum and IRC channels, with Gloomp and Sidke and PALEMOON, didn't so much close as fade from neglect. In other words, I grew up—left exploration behind and got straight to exploiting, drilling, building muscle fibers, memorizing flash cards. I had to treasure the glimpses of a larger world, a world outside, whenever I got them. Beirut's story, as I understood it then, went like this: Zach Condon, age 20-something, spends a decade traveling across Europe, learning different regional folk music styles and hybridizing them with his own taste as guide.